But I have to share this.
The dog, he is disgusting.
There was a leftover syrup-coated piece of french toast in the trash. I saw him sniff it. I said no.
He waited until my oldest daughter had swept the dining room floor and dumped the dirt and crumbs on top of the french toast before indulging.
Of course he threw up. A rubber band, pencil shavings, wet wads of paper, and the french toast.
I sent him outside to finish his business. Last I checked, he was eating the needles from a fir tree. Presumably to help the vomiting along.
The floor is clean now.
I don’t get paid nearly enough.